The Pursuit Of Knowledge

The sun was scattered through the colored glass

The floor was stained as light enveloped in a bath

And shadows on the wall from piles of books were cast

With rows that formed an aisle in through which I passed

These the quarters of a recluse whom I'd come to ask

About the origin of wisdom he was said to have

To get the story of "the man who knows more than any", or so I read

He welcomed me to sit with affection and then he said:

"Since I was seven I've traveled the globe through words

Set on a mission to devour all I could learn

I've studied the writings of the greatest minds you've heard

Discovered the tenets that the finest thinkers observed